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Friday, October 13, 2017

Blog Tour: Tempt the Playboy by Natasha Madison

a wealthy man who spends his time enjoying himself, especially one who behaves irresponsibly or is sexually promiscuous.

Synonyms: socialite, pleasure seeker.

NoahI have it all, money, looks, and any woman I want.Till I meet her and my universe is knocked on its ass and she wants nothing to do with me.KaleighMy motto: never date the same man twice. I have less chance of breaking my heart that way.Till my eyes land on the only man I’ll break my rule for.She thinks she can run. That I’ll let her get away.He thinks he can handle a woman like me.He has no idea.A man who has it all needs one thing and one thing only. A temptress.Watch me Tempt the Playboy.

I wave goodbye to the blonde standing at her door wearing her pink kimono and nothing else as I am pulling away from the curb. I turn on the music, but it’s not on long before I see a call coming in from Austin.

“Go for Ho,” I say to him.

“Where are you at eight a.m. on a Sunday?” he asks me.

“That you even ask this makes me question how well you know me.”

“Fuck off. You can go a Saturday without having sex and your dick won’t fall off. You know this, right?”

Is he serious with this question?

“I don’t even know who you are right now. I think the problem is that you haven’t used your dick since Lauren fucked your balls up.”

“My balls became the fucking size of watermelons. That shit was not funny.”

I burst out laughing. “Dude, they were not pretty. I thought they’d explode and you’d have just your testicles left on the floor.”

“You better have deleted those fucking pictures that I saw you take.”

“Delete them? Fuck, it’s my screen saver at work and on my phone. I might get a T-shirt made with that image.”

“You’re an asshole.”

I smirk at his insult.

“I’ve been called much, much worse,” I inform him. I mean, just last week I was called a cocksucker, which is totally not true, because I will not be sucking any cock at any time. Ever.

“Anyway, brunch, pick me up at noon,” he demands.

“You live next door now. Can’t you walk over?” He moved in within two weeks of seeing the house. It was so fast and came almost furnished, so he was in within a day.

“Fine, I’ll walk over at noon. Be ready.”

“Later, princess.” I disconnect the call as soon as I arrive home, pulling my car into the garage. At noon he knocks on the door, opening it, and coming in before I have a chance to make it downstairs.

“Let’s go. We’ll take my car,” he yells from downstairs.

I run my hand through my still damp hair before walking downstairs.

“You’re so antsy today.” I look at him as he bounces on the heels of his feet. I follow him out, getting inside and leaning my head back, closing my eyes.

When we show up in front of a house, that is when Austin fills me in.

“Where the fuck are we? I thought you said we were going to brunch.” I look over at all the white picket fence houses.

“Yeah, pit stop first. I have to pick up my dry cleaning at Lauren’s,” he tells me, getting out of the car.

Once we make our way around her house, I ask him, “Why are we at her house?”

“She’s having a brunch.” He shrugs. “I may have sent her some penis decorations,” he says to me before walking to the fence at the side of the house.

The first thing I see are all the balloons. Fuck, my hand goes to my mouth. “Holy shit, she is going to cut your dick off with dental floss,” I say before he knocks on the gate and walks into the backyard.

Austin stops in his tracks, mid-step. I almost run into him when I see that it isn’t just a small brunch, but there are about fifteen or so people scattered around the yard.

But I’m not looking at Lauren anymore. In my eyesight is the blonde standing next to her. She’s a knockout. Actually, that isn’t even a good enough word for her. She is breathtaking. Her blond hair moves a bit with the wind. Her blue eyes are almost like the Caribbean ocean that you want to plunge into. I can’t stop looking at her. I don’t even hear what Lauren and Austin are talking about. Instead, I watch the woman, who finally looks over at me. I’m about to say something to her when I hear something about a chocolate willy.

“No, you cannot have a willy chocolate. We are going to eat in a minute.” She turns and storms inside.

“This is not good for anyone. You must be Asshat.” She points to him. “You’ve poked the bear now.”

I don’t say anything else since he turns and follows Lauren inside.

The blonde turns to me. “So, how you doing?” she says in her best Joey Tribbiani voice.

That she is trying to use the best line to ever be said I smirk thinking I might have found my soul mate. Okay, maybe my sex mate, for the night. “It’s looking up now. I’m really hoping it’s going to look up more tonight.” I wink at her and smile.

When she starts to drag her eyes up and down my body while she licks her lips like I’m her next meal, my cock suddenly starts to stir, wanting out.

I hear Rachel yelling, “Daddy, look, a willy.”

“Fuck, this just got interesting. The ex is here,” she says, looking at the gate where a man just walked in and is kissing Rachel’s head. “I better go save Austin and warn Lauren.” She walks away.

I watch her ass sway from side to side. I look down at my hands. Yup, definitely a good fit. I run after her as she closes the back door.

“She’s my only sister, and she will be homeless in a second if she doesn’t get out of my way.” Lauren’s voice is angry.

I chuckle behind her. Lauren turns and points at me. “You, if I find out you helped him, it’s going to be on,” she hisses and leans in closer to me when she continues, “like Donkey Kong.” And then she walks away.

“What the fuck does she mean, like Donkey Kong?” I turn to Kaleigh, looking for an answer.

“Oh, I was on that list only once”—she leans in closer to me—“and I begged and cried to get off of it.” She looks at Austin then back at me. “It was like living in that movie The Shining, but worse.”

I feel my face pale at that little tidbit of information.

I point at Austin. “If I get it like Donkey Kong, I’m going to put the pictures of your swollen, abnormally large testicles on a billboard in Times Square,” I threaten him, while Kaleigh just watches us.

“Who the fuck is Jake?” Austin finally asks.

“Her ex. This should be fun,” Kaleigh claims, walking away from us.

“You took a picture of my nuts?” he asks when Lauren storms out.

I shake my head at him. “No, I took a burst of shots of your nuts.” Then I walk out, following Kaleigh. My dick leads the way to her. He hasn’t even met her yet he’s already on radar for her.

“What are you doing here?” I hear Lauren ask a guy who must be Jake.

While I take in the scene, I turn my head, catching one of the waiters passing around some canapés. I also grab champagne from another tray.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I hear Austin hiss at my side while he watches Lauren and her ex.

“I’m eating and drinking,” I say, showing him my full hands. “I mean, this is a party. You did bring me to a party.” I finish off the food. “You should try those mushroom things. They are really good,” I say, finishing off the champagne and signaling the waiter for more. I grab another glass. “Did the ex leave?” I ask Austin as I drain my second glass.

“Yeah, he came to get the kids and forgot it was the party. Guy looks like a douche,” Austin says.

Once everyone is seated, I look around our table. It’s Kaleigh, Frank, Dede, Lauren, Austin, and Josh, who I found out is a doctor and bears a striking resemblance to Newman from Seinfeld.

He sits next to Lauren, standing up when she gets to the table and pushing her chair in. She looks over at him and smiles. I watch all this take place and then see the tic in Austin’s neck start to throb.

He grabs his glass of wine and downs it in one gulp. “Slow down there, slugger. We don’t want you flying off on one of those penis balloons,” I whisper in his ear while he glares at me.

“So,” Josh starts, looking at Lauren. “I hear congratulations are in order. You’re back in the work force now.” He continues in that annoyingly nasal voice of his, “How does this weekend sound?” He blushes and looks down at his hands. What a putz.

“Oh, um, she can’t do it this weekend,” Kaleigh answers for Lauren. “She’s having her bikini area waxed and styled,” she explains, nodding her head.

“What?” He looks confused.

“Well”—Kaleigh leans in and whispers—“it’s like the Amazon down there.”

I spit water from my mouth, almost fucking choking while their mother puts her hand to her mouth and Lauren throws her fork down on the plate, the clatter hushing the whispers at our table.

“Kaleigh,” she grates out, her jaw ticking.

“What?” she asks. “Was it a secret?” She shrugs. “So sorry.” She brings her glass of wine to her mouth in an attempt to hide her smirk.

My eyes shoot to each of them like I’m watching a tennis match.

“Dear,” Lauren’s mother questions, “are you okay? Is this procedure normal?” She gives her daughter a look filled with concern.

“Mom—” Lauren starts before she is cut off by her father.

“Lauren, it’s been a while since Jake left. Maybe if you”—he gestures with his hand in a circle and his finger sliding in and out—“you won’t be so stressed.”

She slams her hands on the table, the glasses clinking and rocking with the force of it. “I'm not having any hair removal procedures done, because it is not necessary. Can we please just—” This time, she is cut off by her mother.

“So, you’ve had sex since Jake?” Dede asks her, a smile on her face. “This is so good to hear.” She claps her hands together then leans over and puts her hand on Lauren’s. “I thought you had that glow about you.”

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Lauren excuses herself as she gets up and points to Kaleigh. “You”—she growls—“come with me.”

“Not a word. Or else Donkey Kong,” she promises before she storms off.

“So,” Dede starts, turning to Austin. “How long have you two been dating?” She looks at him and then at the door Lauren just walked through.

Kaleigh laughs. “Oh, they aren’t dating, Mom. He’s her boss,” she helpfully points out. “He sent all these penis balloons.”

Frank looks over at Austin. “You sent all these balloons and ruined all her hard work?” he asks.

“Um, sir, if I could just explain.” Before Austin can say anything else, Frank puts up his hand to stop him.

“I like you,” he declares right before someone clinks their glass and the speeches start.

I put my hand around Kaleigh’s chair while my thumb rubs her exposed shoulder. I lean in to whisper in her ear, “So since we are talking about bikini waxes and everything, will I need a machete?”

She puts her shoulder into my arm, fitting there perfectly. “No machete needed. You see, I have a very well-manicured lawn.” She raises her eyebrows at me.

“We should have a picnic. I heard eating well-manicured lawns can fill up a person.”

Her cheeks pinked.

“I’ve never eaten manicured lawn before, but I have eaten some pretty good sausages.” She bites my ear, making me almost groan, but then Austin kicks my chair to get my attention.

My eyebrows shoot up when Austin says urgently, “Gotta go,” then glances over at Lauren, who is coming straight for us like a bull and Austin is the one waving the red cape. “Now would be good.”

He throws his napkin on the plate in front of him. “This has been fun,” he murmurs, trying to escape.

“Running off so early, guys?” she sing-songs as she comes up behind us. The way she says it, even my balls are inverted.

“We intruded,” Austin says. “Thank you for having us. Dede, Frank, I wish you many more years of happiness.” We rush out on a wave, out the side gate.

“Run,” Austin says the minute the gate closes behind us, and he doesn’t have to tell me twice.

“What the fuck just happened? I didn’t even get Kaleigh’s number,” I whine, getting in the car, not even buckling in before he races away.

“I may have had male strippers show up,” he says, looking into his side-view mirror.

I turn my head, seeing about twelve men all getting into a big bus of sorts. “Yup, you’ve done pissed off the fucking Donkey Kong. She’s going to rain down on you. I suggest you run, move, and don’t look back.” I buckle myself in. “Oh, and don’t tell me where you’re going because I’ll fucking tell her.” I grab my cock in my hands. “She’s not getting next to my pride and joy.”

“She’ll be fine.”

I laugh at him. “You think?” I shake my head. “You have no idea.”

Kaleigh

I don’t know what is going on, but one second I’m talking about eating sausages on my manicured lawn and the next Lauren is storming across the lawn and Austin and Noah are running away.

I get up. “What did I miss?” I look back and forth from the gate where it just slammed and to my sister.

“The entire cast of Thunder From Down Under just arrived.” She looks around to see if the guests are okay.

I get up, raising my skirt a little bit to show off more leg. “Where? Are they inside? Shit, do I look okay?” I fluff my hair.

“Kaleigh,” she whisper-hisses, “they aren’t here anymore. I sent them away.”

I groan and slam one hand on the table. “Why? Why would you do that?” I get up and run to the side gate to see if they’re still in the driveway. “Buzz kill,” I call her as I pick up Rachel. “Can you protect me from Mommy?” I whisper in her ear before blowing kisses in her neck while Lauren sits down and starts her meal of wine.

The rest of the afternoon goes by without any further penis-related incidents. All cupcakes have been consumed, minus the penis cake toppers that Lauren removed before serving them.

Once everyone has left, Lauren plops down into her chair and throws her feet up on the one Austin sat in. “That was fun, right?” I ask, grabbing a strawberry.

“You told people I had a strange excessive hair issue on my hoo-ha that required a complicated bikini wax and styling.” She glares at me.

“I was trying to get Josh to imagine that you're a woman with a hairy bush so he doesn’t ask you out again!” I drink from the wine glass I’m holding in my hand. “You’re welcome.” I smirk.

“What the hell are we going to do with all those penis balloons?”

She looks around. “Asshole,” she grumbles under her breath.

“What’s the story with Noah?” I try to ask casually, thinking back to the conversation we had. I would have let him plow my lawn.

“No idea. He’s Austin’s best friend from what I gathered,” she tells me while looking at Rachel, who is running in circles with, unfortunately, a penis balloon in her hand. “Ten minutes to bath time!” she calls out, hoping she acknowledges her, but she just continues her one-girl—with a penis balloon—parade.

“Mom,” we hear Gabe call from behind us. “Can I go to Jesse’s house to kick the ball around?”

She checks her watch before answering. “Only for thirty minutes, okay?”

“So, what are you going to do to Austin for all of this?” I ask, pointing to the balloons.

“Nothing.” She smirks. “We called a truce.”

I sit up and put my glass down. “I know that smirk. I’ve been on the receiving end of that smirk!”

“I mean, we called truce today, right? We didn’t call truce on Wednesday when he made me run back out for a fucking crisp kosher pickle, because the one that came with his sandwich was limp, right?” she asks me with a perplexed smile on her face. It’s almost like you’re looking into evil.

“What did you do now? From the pictures, his balls were almost the size of Gabe’s soccer ball.” I think back on Noah’s phone that he took out when he got a text from someone. His lock screen was of swollen balls.

She slaps the table. “You saw pictures?” Her mouth is hanging open.

I nod. “I did. Not the actual frank, though, just the beans. But they were ginormous.” I motion with my hands, forming them into huge round objects in the air. “Now, what did you do?”

“Nothing that will make any part of him swell. I will never, ever do something like that again.” She shakes her head. “I may have shredded one of his parking tickets that had to be paid by yesterday so he could avoid his car getting booted,” she confesses quietly, looking into the glass she picked up from the table.

“Holy shit. I hope you kept the photocopies, because you can’t not pay that. He is going to know it was you,” I warn her.

“I know, I know. I kept them, so just relax.” She puts her hands on her hips and states defensively, “I’m going to pay them.”

“When?” I ask her again, earning an eye roll from her.

“Next week,” she replies. “Rach, bath time.” She walks to the back door. “Don’t you dare sit there and judge me, missy.” She points at me. “By the way, the potatoes had butter in them. That’s for the bikini wax,” she says before she turns her back to me and walks inside with the sound of her curses filling my ears.

“Are you fucking insane? I’m vegan. That’s fucking wrong.” I shake my head, picking up a penis straw and throwing it at her, where it nose dives on the table.

I sit down, finishing the rest of my wine while the cleanup crew comes and starts taking down everything.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” one of the men calls me. “Where do you want all the balloons?” he asks me.

I smile at him.

“In my sister’s car.” I point to the gate door. “The minibus in the front, just pile them in there.” He smiles at me and nods, the balloons following him as he walks to the car, shoving most of them in there.

“Take that, Donkey Kong Bitch.” I smile into the wine glass, finishing off the last drop.

I walk inside, closing the door, then walk upstairs right as Lauren comes out of the bathroom. “Are the guys still cleaning up?”

“Yeah, they are almost done.” I smile at her, walking to my room and closing the door. I turn on one soft light in the room, undressing, tossing my dress into the basket. My phone buzzes and I pick it up as I lie on the bed and see I missed out on quite a bit.

There are messages from the studio about a change in the times. Then there is another one from an unknown number.

Hey, I hope I have the right person. Do you have a manicured lawn?

I throw my head back, laughing at the message.

It depends on who is asking. How did you get my number?

I jump onto Facebook while I wait to see if he’ll answer right away.

It’s called stalking 101. I went on Lauren’s Facebook, went to her friends list, found you. Clicked your page, and on your about section I saw your studio name. Clicked the studio and then boom, I got my prize.

I shake my head.

Wow, you put a lot of thought into this process. Well, I should make it worthwhile. I take a picture of my bare legs.

Holy shit, are we exchanging pictures already? This is fantastic news.

The picture is of him lying down, wearing a pair of basketball shorts, on the bed. The elastic rides very low, showing you he’s a landscaper also. His chest perfect, his abs defined. He’s not a muscle man, but it’s the side abs that get me. Cut and lean. That is the best way I can describe him.

Thanks for that. It made it into my spank bank.

I got a lot more where that came from, but I don’t give it away on the first night. Have dinner with me?

When?

Tomorrow.

I shrug my shoulders, thinking what the worse that can happen is.

Sure, where?

My place, your place, the fucking park. I don’t care as long as you're sitting in front of me.

The picture that comes through is his shorts, hiding a very erect cock.

See you tomorrow, beautiful.

I turn on my side, watching the stars twinkle outside. Closing off my light, the lights from outside stream in. I yawn and slowly close my eyes and drift off to sleep, dreaming of blue oceans and eyes that make me get lost.

My night dreams are of the beach, chasing the waves, running, doing cartwheels in the sand. Sitting in the middle of the sand, taking in the beauty of the sun going down. My alarm wakes me with charm bells. Slowly at first, soft, going higher and higher till it’s like a siren.

“Aunt Kay.” I hear Rachel outside my door. “Mom said to get your bony hind downstairs and get the willy balloons out of the car.”

I turn over, laughing while I throw the covers off, grabbing my robe and going to the door. I open the door and Rachel is still standing there. “You’re in big trouble, missy.”

She leans in, whispering as I pick her up, bringing her close to me, “She used her mom inside voice.”

I lean back, my eyes going wide. “Oh, dear.”

“Yes,” she says, nodding, “she talks like this.” She imitates Lauren talking with her teeth clenched.

“Oh, well, I better go get dressed and bring my behind downstairs.” I kiss her neck. “Go brush your teeth while I get dressed.” I put her down, watching her run into her bathroom.

I walk to my drawer, taking out my pink yoga capris with the matching bra. I head downstairs while Lauren gives the ten-minute warning.

I smile as I step into the kitchen. “Good morning, sunshine.” I stop at the coffee machine.

“Did you put the penis balloons in my car?” She turns to ask me, stuffing papers into Rachel’s backpack.

I bring the cup of coffee to my lips. “No.” I shake my head, hiding my smile while I take a sip. “I didn’t put them in your car.” I’m not lying either. I myself didn’t put them in her car.

“My whole car is filled with penis balloons.”

I put the cup down as Lauren yells bus up the stairs. Rachel comes hopping into the room, grabbing her backpack, with Gabe right behind her. He grabs his bag from Lauren, kisses her cheek, then comes over to me and does the same.

“Have a kick-ass day,” I tell him.

“I’m going to kick ass today,” Rachel says, walking out the door.

“Watch your mouth,” Lauren says and follows them outside to the bus.

I pick up my cup and watch them walk to the bus stop. The bus arrives right on time. I wave goodbye to them as Lauren returns.

“You okay to work today?” I ask her, knowing that somehow things between Austin and her aren’t quite what they seem to be.

“I’m more than okay. I’ll be fine now that we have all”—she waves her hand in the air—“that animosity out of the way.”

I laugh at her. “Is that what you’re calling it?” I hold the cup with both hands, taking another gulp.

She glares at me, opening her car door, one helium penis balloon floating up into the sky. We both watch the balloon float off. She opens the back door and the rest slowly float out. “Let them go, Lauren,” I say loudly as Mrs. Flounder comes outside, her hair still in curlers, with a scarf around her head. “It’s raining penises, Mrs. Flounder. They are raining down on us.”

I raise my hand to the sky. She claps her hands together. “I would like to be rained down on.” She winks at Lauren. “For a whole five minutes. That would be my dream.”

I raise my cup to her. “Here’s hoping.”

“I don’t have time for this,” Lauren says, closing the back door, then climbing into the front seat. “Don’t forget the kids.”

“Aye aye, captain,” I say, saluting her. “I have a date tonight.” I wiggle my eyebrows. “A date I hope to become the pretzel.”

She laughs as she pulls out of the driveway.

By the time I make it to the studio doing my routine and making it back home where I get the kids ready and settled, I have just enough time to throw on a dark blue summer dress. I pick up my purse from the bed, tossing the bra and panties that I am happily going without.

When her nose isn't buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she's in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It's a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn't listen to her...